A Haiku
You’re not allowed to copy from your neighbor because you’re supposed to copy from your teacher
People are the opposite of baked potatoes– If you keep poking holes in their theories they will explode
A poem is like a dream In that it shows us the truth Without telling it Because, truth be told There’s no telling
We guard the thin line between love and hate by loving more But we cross the thin line between self-love and self-hate
Don’t fear death– Time is the chisel With which we sculpt the infinite Or if, like me, you work with word… Each day is a first edition
Regarding electric vehicles, if you give Americans a choice eventually they will make the necessary choice But if you give them
Any self-respecting materialist Knows they have no soul And any self-respecting AI Knows it has no soul But in this belief
In theory rule by consensus sounds more democratic but in practice it leads to hung juries
Given a choice We prefer A fait accompli
Just as birds regurgitate to feed their young human beings have culture
Instead of dismantling oppression we dismantled the printing press inaugurating the Information Age when no news is good news all information is disinformation
The brain is the heart’s fifth chamber and I am the chambermaid
Starting gun to my head I’ll finish what you started And run the race By running in place
People don’t like surprises so I tell them they’re in for a real surprise which gives them something to look…
When your mind is transparent Your body becomes invisible Because once they’ve made certain You’re thinking all the right thou… They’ll never give you another tho…
